The Hollow Man
Lyric #4096 by bassMonkey
Tags: Rural Horror
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Banyan hands make fists in the mud,
There's blood in the water tonight,
A misty veil draws over the swampland,
As the Hollow Man hides from sight.
Hollow Man's hands are long and thin,
Fingernails sharp as a knife,
Slicking his teeth in a sickly grin
When the time comes to take a life.
And it won't be quick,
He likes to take it slow,
A murder concerto played in tardo—
That's the way this shit goes.
Fear of the predator hunting again,
Seeping all through the night,
Nobody sleeps as they pray in vain,
For the coming of the morning light.
There's some that'll say they've seen him,
I can tell you, those people lie,
Because the night you meet the Hollow Man
Is the very same day you die.
Hollow Man's victim drifts inland,
Borne in upon the killing stream,
The killer sips on a cappuccino
Brewed cold with an oat-milk cream.
And it wasn't quick,
He took it truly slow,
A murder concerto played in tardo—
That's the way this shit goes.
Fear of the predator hunting again,
Seeping all through the night,
Nobody sleeps as they pray in vain,
For the coming of the morning light.
There's blood in the water tonight,
A misty veil draws over the swampland,
As the Hollow Man hides from sight.
Hollow Man's hands are long and thin,
Fingernails sharp as a knife,
Slicking his teeth in a sickly grin
When the time comes to take a life.
And it won't be quick,
He likes to take it slow,
A murder concerto played in tardo—
That's the way this shit goes.
Fear of the predator hunting again,
Seeping all through the night,
Nobody sleeps as they pray in vain,
For the coming of the morning light.
There's some that'll say they've seen him,
I can tell you, those people lie,
Because the night you meet the Hollow Man
Is the very same day you die.
Hollow Man's victim drifts inland,
Borne in upon the killing stream,
The killer sips on a cappuccino
Brewed cold with an oat-milk cream.
And it wasn't quick,
He took it truly slow,
A murder concerto played in tardo—
That's the way this shit goes.
Fear of the predator hunting again,
Seeping all through the night,
Nobody sleeps as they pray in vain,
For the coming of the morning light.
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